The Anti-Suffragists Knew Exactly What Would Happen...

One of the first red pills I had initial resistance to swallowing as I was going through my initial eye-opening phase of attaining insight into the reality of our BraveNewWorldOrder, was the idea that Woman's Suffrage was a bad thing.

I think I first encountered the anti-suffragist point of view reading Vox Day, back when I was an elephant kool aid drunkard around 2002 or so. I was literally shocked when I first read VD's reasons for opposing suffrage. I couldn't believe anyone thought like that. Little did I know back then just how deep down that rabbit hole I would eventually go....

Of course, when you are firmly plugged into our mainstream media matrix and sufficiently re-educated and dumbed down by public schooling indoctrination camps, you simply "know" that "Brave Suffragists fought heroically in the early 20th century to secure the right to vote for women!" THE RIGHT TO VOTE, we are told, is one of the highest duties; a responsibility and an exercise in civic responsibility...doing an act that supposedly made this country great.

As we know, the winners of the war always write the history in their favor...and the suffragists certainly won this war.

The funny thing is that up until recently, I had always assumed that the suffragist activists that pushed to get the 19th amendment passed had pulled a fast one over an unsuspecting country. Thanks to my recent discovery of an excellent blog, Full of Grace, Seasoned with Salt, I found the evidence that the anti-suffragist movement knew exactly who the suffragists were and what they were trying to accomplish. Indeed, everything they predicted has come to pass.

The author of Full of Grace, "Laura" has a series of posts that were the result of her research of old newspaper micro-fiche files available online. You will find it well worth your time to specifically read all of her posts labeled with the following icon:

Well done Laura!

One of the items of interest she posted was a flyer printed up by the anti-suffragists opposed to the "Susan B. Anthony" amendment to the constitution. Have a look at the arguments they put forth:

The more a politician allows himself to be henpecked, the more henpecking we will have in politics.

American pep which was the result of a masculine dominated country will soon be a thing of the past. With the collapse of male ascendancy in this country we can look forward to a nation of degeneration. The suppression of sex will ultimately have its harvest in decadence, a phenomenon already beginning. The effect of the social revolution on American character will be to make "sissies" of American men--a process already well under way". --Dr. William J. Hickson, Chicago University.


WOMAN SUFFRAGE denature both men and women; it masculinizes women and feminizes men. The history of ancient civilization has proven that a weakening of the man power of nations has been but a pre-runner of decadence in civilization.

They were not merely trying to scare up opposition to the suffragists, touting some mythical, worst case scenario that might have come to pass. No, these were people who understood their history and the way that gender roles and the social norms of a culture that support them will either build up or tear down "civilization."

As Laura wrote in her post, Henpecked America: Organized Female Nagging Forever -

"What else is there to say? I think this and the other articles make it very clear the purpose of feminism. Back in the day those who believed it would destroy men and the family were probably seen as crazy. But, here we are now living the the proof."

Not just back in those days, my dear. If you were to tell a typical, modern day American woman (or man for that matter) that the suffrage movement was a disguised, subversive attack on the family and deliberately employed to break up families and foster discord between men and women, so that politicians would than be able to grab power by playing off of women's fears and basic instinctual desire to prefer security over freedom, she would look at you like you're an escapee from the loony bin.

I love the cartoon at the top of this anti-suffragist flyer, as it perfectly encapsulates the consequences of the politicization of the female gender. Note the broken egg with the dead chick on the bottom right corner of the nest. This was 50 years before Roe v. Wade became the law of the land and millions of women have slaughtered the babes in their wombs in the name of "choice."

Oh yes, the anti-suffragists of that era knew exactly who they were dealing with.

As I noted in my first contribution to the Spearhead, the Women's suffrage movement as portrayed by feminist revisionist history, was based on the idea that women were "denied" the vote by oppressive, misogynist men, but the reality had nothing to do with "oppression." The real reason was based on the way in which society viewed the institution of marriage back then.

The most important thing to consider first, was the widely held belief system that was accepted by society at large in the bad old days of Patriarchal oppression…primarily with regards to marriage. Before the sexual revolution and cultural upheaval of the 1960’s, America was widely understood to be a Christian nation. Most Americans were church going citizens and the moral code of the Bible and it’s 10 commandments and the New Testament’s “golden rule” were the accepted ’social contract’ of moral principles.

Why is this relevant? Because the basic principle of a Christian-based society like the early America was the idea that marriage was the merging of a man and woman into a single entity. One unit. In the physical, spiritual and legal sense of the word.

Signer of the Declaration of Independence and also one of the framers of the Constitution, James Wilson, wrote about how Marriage was considered under the eyes of the law:

The most important consequence of marriage is, that the husband and the wife become, in law, only one person: the legal existence of the wife is consolidated into that of the husband. Upon this principle of union, almost all the other legal consequences of marriage depend.

This was the true essence of the reasoning why women were never specifically designated as a separate, legal entity, apart from her husband in manners concerning society. In other words, the prevailing cultural attitude of the times was that in terms of civic duties, the vote was designated as one vote per family…one vote per household…or one vote per single entity – that single entity being a married couple.

And in the past, the vast majority of women did get married. Only a few women in any given community became “old maids” and spinsters. It was simply the cultural norm for women to get married and have children. Therefore, one vote, one household (provided the man of the house owned property).

Women need the vote like a Hen needs a bicycle.

Hope for the Best While Preparing for the Worst

Within the last 5 years, I've experienced two events here in Hawaii that show how dependent most people have become to our modern, technology driven way of life....and how our modern Society is ill prepared to deal with the basic necessities of life following potentially catastrophic events. The first event was an undersea earthquake near the Big Island in October of 2005. It shook the entire Island chain on an early Sunday morning.

10 minutes after the quake, the power generators at the Oahu power plants shut down as an automatic safety precaution, as the quake caused the massive turbines to shift while they were in operation. This cut off power across the entire island. Completely. All traffic lights, street lights...everything was without power.

Within minutes, the local grocery stores were inundated with the masses of people, quickly buying up as much food, ice, charcoal, bottled water and toilet paper as they could. Most stores sold out within several hours. It took the Hawaiian Electric Co. about 12 hours to restore the power.

But I never forgot having to stand in a line at my community grocery store that day, that rivaled an amusement park roller coaster ride in the middle of the summer jam, to get into the grocery store. There was no lights, and the generator roaring out back was used only to keep the freezers and refrigerators powered up so the food wouldn't spoil. The store employees were only escorting two people at a time with flashlights, and were hand-writing all sales transactions and only accepting cash.

It was quite the experience to walk around a darkened store by flashlight and seeing all the shelves that had been rapidly emptied by panicked people.

That experience inspired me to make my own storehouse of provisions and supplies. I never again wanted to have to stand in a long line of unprepared people, desperate to get the chance to try and buy up a dwindling supply of provisions while worrying about a pending catastrophic event.

The scene repeated itself this past weekend. The Tsunami warning Hawaii was under following the Chilean earthquake this past Friday once again resulted in a mad scramble of the masses.

I saw the news alerts on Friday night after turning on the Tell-a-Vision during a midnight snack.

Our local news channels immediately began instructing the viewers to run out to the store and stock up on canned food, water, charcoal, ice, toilet paper and to top off all of their cars gasoline tanks. They also advised that the State Civil Defense Agency would be sounding the warning sirens at 6am that morning.

Since the Tsunami was predicted to hit our shores around 11:30am, this gave roughly 5 hours for everyone living near the coastlines of our island state to load up their valuables and camping gear and head for higher ground.

So of course, by 6:30am, the cars were lined up for 3-4 blocks to fill up their cars with gas, the stores quickly sold out of staple groceries, and all the roads from coastal areas leading to higher ground became a bumper to bumper traffic jam. Everyone went into a hoarding and evacuation frenzy.

I, on the other hand, relaxed comfortably in my yard, enjoying some refreshing beverages and observing the Ocean with binoculars, waiting to see if the telltale signs of a pending Tsunami would manifest. I was particularly interested to see if the water would suck out to sea, exposing the reefs and ocean floor before the Tsunami surge rolled in. Previous Tsunami's in Hawaii's history relate many eyewitness accounts to this phenomenon just before the Tsunami surge arrives on shore.

Needless to say, my afternoon of leisurely waiting for the Tsunami to arrive ended up being a weird mixture of relief and disappointment. I'm glad it wasn't a disaster that destroyed a lot of people's property...but I was somewhat excited to witness a rare event from a comfortable, and well-prepared vantage point.

The reason why I did not have to panic, run out to the store and compete with the urgent masses trying to hoard as much of life's necessities as possible, is because I've already got my own stock of provisions, fuel and water...as well as ammunition.
I've also got my own thriving fruit vegetable and herb garden, livestock and egg-laying chickens. I'm fairly confident that I could literally survive without a grocery store, electricity and gasoline for an indefinite amount of time.

While I may have dropped out as a troubled teenager from my local Boy Scout troop long before attaining the rank of Eagle...I did attend long enough to absorb and incorporate the Boy Scout motto as a primary tenet of my personal ethos - Be Prepared.

Are you prepared for the potential breakdown of civil society, and a mad scramble for provisions and resources for the masses of Sheeple who never gave it a moments thought until the civil defense sirens began to wail? Are you able and capable AND have the means to defend your life, your family and your property?

Red-pill Reflections On Blue-pill Delusions

As the old saying goes, hindsight is always 20/20...and after a bit of rumination and introspection, I think this axiom is certainly true. Inspired by the blogging of Alkibiades and Talleyrand and their frequent posts over at Seasons of Tumult and Discord regarding their "red-pill" based observations of interpersonal relationship dynamics in their day-to-day interactions, as well as recalling their experiences from their pasts, I too began to think a lot about my own experiences and of those of the people I've known.

Looking back to my own relationships, and those of relationships of friends and family for which I have an intimate knowledge of their particular dynamics, I now realize that I have a much clearer understanding of why people ended up doing the things they did; why they took certain tracks in life.

When I was a young man in my 20's, I self-identified as a socially-libertine conservative Republican - i.e. basically a small government, anti-liberal - Rush Limbaugh listening - FOXNews watching - Republican voting - pot smoker. I always supported the Libertarian Party platform and candidates...but I used to buy into the lie that I HAD to vote Republican to fight the liberal - socialist Democrats. (8 years of the Dubya-led GOP and his "compassionate conservatism" certainly cured me of that particular notion.)

Nevertheless, one of the ideas I used to accept without reservation was the idea that the two parent family was inviolable - that screwed up people only came from broken households with absentee parental guidance or abusive step-parents...which is of course the right-wing view as promoted by the likes of Rush and Bill O'Reilly et al. So I was always puzzled whenever I thought about a particular family that I knew of. The Father was a retired military man, the mother, an Asian he married while deployed overseas. They married, and moved to Hawaii, and had two children, a girl and a boy. They were both in my peer group and we all hung out amongst the same clique in High School and the first half of my 20's.

The girl was known as 'easy.' Not exactly considered a slut...but she was the penultimate serial monogamy-polyandrist. She dated almost every single guy amongst our social peer group. While she wouldn't have one night stands or cheat on a current boyfriend, it was widely known that all you had to do was ask her out and take her on a single date and you would be getting some until either she broke up with you or you broke it off with her. In a 10 year period (from 15-25 I lost contact with them after that - but eventually connected with her again through facebook.), I would say she "dated" probably 35+ guys. I would say it's not too outrageous to guess the pattern continued in the last decade since I last saw her. The reason why I write about her story is because she dated 3 of my closest friends for extended periods of time (3-6 months...for her, that was extensive.) I saw first hand the relationship arc she went through with each of my friends. Of course I had no understanding at all about the dynamics that played out at the time.

Her younger brother was a definite wild-child, who constantly got into trouble, and eventually dropped out of school. He and I used to hang out occasionally, and would often deal with each other in terms of acquiring our favored smokable herbs. I've spent a bit of time at their house just hanging out with the both of them and I used to wonder how both he and his sister turned out so wild when they had such a stern, disciplinarian-type drill Seargent type of a Father. I often sat there while he lectured one or both of them.

According to my "right-wing" belief system at the time, I thought these kids were some kind of weird anomaly. Two kids from an intact family home, both living wild and self-destructive (but-oh-so-fun) lifestyles.

Now, I do believe I know exactly why they turned out the way they did (and why I too got into so much trouble in my youth).

I now understand that the simple existence of a two parent household, while important, is certainly not the be all-end all of raising children to have successful families of their own and to becoming thoughtful, contributing members of society.

See, I now know that their can be worse situations than single mother households.

Just because parents are not divorced, doesn't really mean that a home can't be broken. Funny, how I used to think to myself about how these two were so screwed up...but I never made the association with my own situation, and why I too embraced a self-destructive lifestyle in my youth.

Looking back with "red-pill" induced clarity, I now understand exactly why these two kids took a path of dysfunction (as I similarly did). Their strict, harsh, disciplinarian father had zero authority in his home. And while the Father would get angry and go into tirades and try to mete out discipline for his children...their mother always intervened, interjected and undermined any sort of authority he tried to assert.

If he grounded them, she would give them permission to go out the minute he left the house.

If he tried to take away their things, she'd give it back to them.

If he cut off their allowance, she'd just give them the money when he wasn't looking.

She spoiled them rotten...and he knew it. And he never stood up to his wife's constant campaign to render his authority meaningless. She wore the proverbial pants.

He'd yell at them, and she'd jump right in and defend them, no matter what.

When the school called because the boy skipped school three days in a row, the father would start to yell at him, and his mother would immediately get in between them defend her son from the Father's wrath. Same thing when he got arrested for possession of cocaine and acid. When he got arrested for reckless endangerment for his crazy driving. No matter what, these kids had no consequences for their behavior...because their mother enabled them and the Father never stood up to her and called her on it. The mother had utter contempt for the Father. I now see this kind of home environment can be just as bad -- if not worse -- for children as a bitter divorce or abandoned by a deadbeat. It was much the same story I went through myself.

Gaining an understanding of this dynamic that they grew up in, I also now realize why the sister was such a serial monogamist - the very minute her boyfriends started "beta-izing," she'd lose all attraction for him, and either dump them, or begin to act so bitchy and aloof, he'd dump her. In essence, every new guy she began dating, was a potential male figure of authority that on a visceral, instinctual level, she needed to respect. As soon as she couldn't respect them anymore, it was over. She was essentially rejecting any male that became contemptible...unconsciously, she just couldn't bear to see herself fall into the same relationship dynamic as her parents.

Now, of course, thanks to facebook, I see that she's a single-mother career woman, turned cougar.

Her brother ended up in jail.

My own home life was a bit different, since religion played a prominent role in my own upbringing...but my mother's contempt for my Beta-provider Father certainly affected myself as well.

I don't think my Mother ever realized how destructive she was to my sibling's and my own personal development. The bitter contempt she expressed for my Father whenever he wasn't around. "YOUR FATHER" spit out in disgust was the daily epithet we heard from her as she complained about him on a regular basis. He could never do anything right. Ever. Oh, he sure tried his hardest. But my Father's church-based, white-night chivalry ideals combined with a supplicating, "what can I do to make you happy" demeanor drove my Mother's innate hypergamous instincts haywire.

The funny thing is that my grandfather was the complete opposite. He was certainly an old school 'player.' Until he died in his late 80's, my grandfather was the kind of man that could easily dominate any conversation in a room. He was a "natural." He also had multiple affairs on my Grandmother when they were dating (supposedly none after they married...but I wouldn't put it past the old goat). I think my Father was raised to be a supplicating Beta by my Grandmother constantly telling him to not be like his own father. She took him to a woman-pedestal-izing "Christian" church when he was a young boy and made sure he would not grow up to be a womanizer like his own Father.

My mother used to tell us that our Grandfather was a "terrible" man. That he was "abusive." What I now understand is that my Mother was observing how my Grandfather used to "neg" my Grandmother, and how he definitively "wore the pants." My Grandfather was a very dominant man and my Grandmother was certainly submissive to him. My mother couldn't stand going to their house for the holidays. It would drive her crazy to see my Grandfather say something like "Where's my dinner woman?!" and my Grandmother would quickly get to cooking in the kitchen.

In my mother's 1960's college indoctrinated mentality, my Grandfather was a chauvinist pig and my Grandmother, an oppressed slave catering to his every whim. It wasn't until I was a grown man and I saw my Grandparents die, that I began to understand that they truly loved each other. My Grandmother respected my Grandfather...and he truly loved her. I'll never forget standing at her hospital bedside, watching my Grandmother grasp my Grandfather's hand and telling him she loved him with all her heart and thanked him for a lifetime together. He was utterly heartbroken when she passed away. This was a complete and total shock to me. I had been brainwashed by my mother to believe that they had a sick, abusive relationship...that what they had was not "love."

Only now do I truly understand exactly who it is that has a sick, abusive relationship.

As a young teen, hearing a daily campaign of revulsion and contempt from my mother directed at my Father destroyed my own self-esteem and my own self-image. If your Father is such a piece of garbage, why than I must be one too. I used to hate my father with a passion...and that hatred also turned onto myself. When I looked in the mirror and saw that face that resembled my Father's, my mother's contempt for that similar face, had programmed me to develop a great deal of contempt for my own reflection in the mirror.

I now realize precisely why I myself embraced a self-destructive lifestyle as a teen and young adult. When it comes to hard drugs, and thrill seeking, reckless and suicidal behavior, I've been there and done that. I didn't care if I lived or died.

As I grew older and gained a real understanding of these things, I also went through a period of hatred for my mother. I've gotten over that now. I've gone through a pendulum of emotions and attitudes - from blaming my Father to blaming my Mother. I'm simply now past blame and recriminations. I've settled on simple acceptance. It is what it is, and I also realize that there are other people that have had far worse upbringings to deal with than what I went through. I now realize that my Mother is not totally to blame for her contempt of my Father...that my Father simply does not understand how his supplicating, "nice-guy" manner of dealing with my Mom is the very reason why she's such a bitchy nag to this very day.

But I thank God I have taken the "red-pill" and see such things clearly now. When my own children grow older, I think I have the knowledge to give them a much better home life than the one I grew up in.